Punish you some more

Ana grabs you by your hair and drags you to your feet. “C’mon, maricon!” She growls, “Grow some huevos and fight!”

You want to tap out right now. Your balls are on fire with pain, making you weak in the legs. Your chest, ribs, and stomach are bruised and sore. You feel genuine terror of this small devil in female form. Unfortunately, your male ego has also suffered a bruising, and you dig deep to try and come back.

Ana bounces on her feet, arms up in a fighting stance. She looks at you with a mixture of contempt and expectation. When you weakly raise your hands to a fighting stance, she gives a genuine, alluring smile. “That’s what I’m talking about! Give me some fight!”

Ana waits expectantly for you to attack. You’ve never been a brawler, only a grappler, but you foolishly try to fight on Ana’s terms. Your swing is wild and slow. Ana easily blocks the punch and drives in, pounding your stomach with three hard jabs, knocking the wind from you.

You grab Ana’s hair while she’s close and try to punch her face. Ana let’s you hit her sensual lips, but the blow lacks power and she is unaffected, save for a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. “You call that a hit, gallina?”

Ana repays you with a fierce jab that smashes your lips, knocking you back. She then closes in, grabbing your hair, and slams her fist up between your legs.

Your eyes bulge at the unexpected low blow, your hips shooting back reflexively. Ana laughs at your male suffering, enjoying the feel of your small testicles bouncing hard against her gloved knuckles.

Still holding you by your hair, Ana delivers another ball tap. The stinging, debilitating pain drops you to your knees. Ana pulls your head back and punches you hard in the face—wham, wham, WHAM!

You fall heavily onto your back, vision swimming.